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06 May 2011

Battlestar Galactica: The Miniseries

After years of no contact, Cylons reappear looking like humans and take drastic measures as they declare war on the Colonists. Adama and the Galactica are moments away from retirement but must join the fight as the remaining protector of their race.

Aaron Doral: Galactica is a reminder of a time when we were so frightened by our enemies we literally looked backward for protection.

Adama: Let me explain something to you. Many good men and women lost their lives on this ship because someone wanted a faster computer to make life easier. I'm sorry that I'm inconveniencing you or the teachers, but I will not allow a networked, computerized system to be placed on this ship while I'm in command. Is that clear?

Starbuck: You should go. I'm getting an urge to hit another superior asshole.

Number 6: Even now as the fate of your entire world hangs in the balance, all you can think about is how this affects you.

Number 6: Humanity's children are returning home. Today.

Gaeta: Attention all Colonial units. Cylon attack underway. This is not a drill.

Adama: This is the Commander. Moments ago, this ship received word of a Cylon attack against our home worlds is underway. We do not know the size, or the disposition, or the strength of the enemy forces, but all indications point to a massive assault against Colonial defenses. Admiral Nagala has taken personal command of the fleet on board the Battlestar Atlantia following the complete destruction of Picon fleet headquarters in the first wave of the attacks. How, why, doesn't really matter now. What does matter, that of this moment we are at war. You've trained for this. You're ready for this. Stand to your duties. Trust your fellow shipmates. And we'll all get through this.

Roslin: The lesson here is not to ask follow up questions but to say, "Thank you Captain Apollo for saving our collective asses."

Aaron Doral: You'll be sacrificing thousands of people. Apollo: But we'll be saving tens of thousands. I'm sorry to make it a numbers game, but we're talking about the survival of our race here, and we don't have the luxury of taking risks and hoping for the best because if we lose, we lose everything.

Roslin: My prognosis is doubtful. I wish I could say it was the least of my worries, but the world is coming to an end and all I can think about is I have cancer and I am probably going to die. How selfish is that? Billy: It's not selfish. It's human.

Starbuck: I thought you were dead. Apollo: Well, I thought you were in hack. Starbuck: It's good to be wrong. Apollo: Well, you should be used to it by now. Starbuck: Everyone has a skill.

Adama: If the cylons look like us, then anyone of us could be cylons.

Apollo: You are beyond insane.

Adama: Are they the lucky ones? That's what you're thinking, isn't it? We're a long way from home. We've jumped way beyond the red line into uncharted space. Limited supplies, limited fuel, no allies and now no hope. Maybe it would have been better for us to have died quickly back on the colonies with our families instead of dying out here slowly in the emptiness of dark space. Where shall we go? What shall we do? Life here began out there. Those are the first words of the sacred scrolls and they were told to us by the Lords of Kobol many countless centuries ago, and they made it perfectly clear that we are not alone in this universe. Elosha, there is a 13th colony of humankind, is there not? Elosha: Yes. The scrolls tell us a 13th tribe left Kobol in the early days. They traveled far and made their home on a planet called Earth, which circled a distant and unknown star. Adama: It's not unknown. I know where it is. Earth, the most guarded secret we have. The location was known to only the most senior members of the fleet, and we dared not share it with the public, not while there was a cylon threat upon us, for now we have a refuge to go to. A refuge they cylons know nothing about. It won't be an easy journey. It will be long and arduous, but I promise one thing, on the memory of those lying here before you, we shall find it and Earth will become our new home. So say we all. All: So say we all.

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Battlestar Galactica: The Miniseries

After years of no contact, Cylons reappear looking like humans and take drastic measures as they declare war on the Colonists. Adama and the Galactica are moments away from retirement but must join the fight as the remaining protector of their race.

Aaron Doral: Galactica is a reminder of a time when we were so frightened by our enemies we literally looked backward for protection.

Adama: Let me explain something to you. Many good men and women lost their lives on this ship because someone wanted a faster computer to make life easier. I'm sorry that I'm inconveniencing you or the teachers, but I will not allow a networked, computerized system to be placed on this ship while I'm in command. Is that clear?

Starbuck: You should go. I'm getting an urge to hit another superior asshole.

Number 6: Even now as the fate of your entire world hangs in the balance, all you can think about is how this affects you.

Number 6: Humanity's children are returning home. Today.

Gaeta: Attention all Colonial units. Cylon attack underway. This is not a drill.

Adama: This is the Commander. Moments ago, this ship received word of a Cylon attack against our home worlds is underway. We do not know the size, or the disposition, or the strength of the enemy forces, but all indications point to a massive assault against Colonial defenses. Admiral Nagala has taken personal command of the fleet on board the Battlestar Atlantia following the complete destruction of Picon fleet headquarters in the first wave of the attacks. How, why, doesn't really matter now. What does matter, that of this moment we are at war. You've trained for this. You're ready for this. Stand to your duties. Trust your fellow shipmates. And we'll all get through this.

Roslin: The lesson here is not to ask follow up questions but to say, "Thank you Captain Apollo for saving our collective asses."

Aaron Doral: You'll be sacrificing thousands of people. Apollo: But we'll be saving tens of thousands. I'm sorry to make it a numbers game, but we're talking about the survival of our race here, and we don't have the luxury of taking risks and hoping for the best because if we lose, we lose everything.

Roslin: My prognosis is doubtful. I wish I could say it was the least of my worries, but the world is coming to an end and all I can think about is I have cancer and I am probably going to die. How selfish is that? Billy: It's not selfish. It's human.

Starbuck: I thought you were dead. Apollo: Well, I thought you were in hack. Starbuck: It's good to be wrong. Apollo: Well, you should be used to it by now. Starbuck: Everyone has a skill.

Adama: If the cylons look like us, then anyone of us could be cylons.

Apollo: You are beyond insane.

Adama: Are they the lucky ones? That's what you're thinking, isn't it? We're a long way from home. We've jumped way beyond the red line into uncharted space. Limited supplies, limited fuel, no allies and now no hope. Maybe it would have been better for us to have died quickly back on the colonies with our families instead of dying out here slowly in the emptiness of dark space. Where shall we go? What shall we do? Life here began out there. Those are the first words of the sacred scrolls and they were told to us by the Lords of Kobol many countless centuries ago, and they made it perfectly clear that we are not alone in this universe. Elosha, there is a 13th colony of humankind, is there not? Elosha: Yes. The scrolls tell us a 13th tribe left Kobol in the early days. They traveled far and made their home on a planet called Earth, which circled a distant and unknown star. Adama: It's not unknown. I know where it is. Earth, the most guarded secret we have. The location was known to only the most senior members of the fleet, and we dared not share it with the public, not while there was a cylon threat upon us, for now we have a refuge to go to. A refuge they cylons know nothing about. It won't be an easy journey. It will be long and arduous, but I promise one thing, on the memory of those lying here before you, we shall find it and Earth will become our new home. So say we all. All: So say we all.